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Master's Dojo: Advanced a room filled with various weapons, hand held, and projectile's alike. Weapons reserved for the greatest of fighters, this was the place Bedo belonged. The smell of weapons, blood, and sweat. Throughout his seventeen years on the earth, one that were he felt completely at peace..was during a fight. It was one of the few things he shared in common with his father, his love for fighting. Bedo..took out his two knives, both kitchen knives.
He held them tightly in his hands, he had no idea what his opponent was capable of, however he was ready for anything. I wonder who my opponent will be, I was told to meet him here.
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